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GONDIBERT,
69.
Gives me not time to perish by degrees,
But with despair does me at once destroy;
For none who Gondibert a Lover sees,
Thinks he would love, but where he may enjoy.

70.
Birtha he loves; and I from Birtha fear
Death that in rougher Figure I despise!
This Ulfinore did with distemper hear,
Yet with dissembled temp'rance thus replies:

71.
Ah Goltho! who Love's Feaver can asswage?
For though familiar seems that old disease;
Yet like Religion's fit, when Peoples rage,
Few cure those evils which the Patient please.

72.
Natures Religion, Love, is still perverse;
And no commerce with cold discretion hath,
For if Discretion speak when Love is fierce,
'Tis wav'd by Love, as Reason is by Faith.

73.
As Gondibert left Goltho when he heard
His Saint profan'd, as if some Plague were nigh;
So Goltho now leaves Ulfinore, and fear'd
To share such veng'ance, if he did not flie.

74.
How each at home ore-rates his miserie,
And thinks that all are musical abroad,
Unfetter'd as the Winds, whilst onely he
Of all the glad and licenc'd world is aw'd?

75.
And as Cag'd Birds are by the Fowler set
To call in more, whilst those that taken be,
May think (though they are Pris'ners in the Net)
Th'incag'd, because they ne'r complain, are free.

So